I Always Needed That Extra Fantasy World.

It Must Be A Hard Thing, To Be A Father; Living In Fear That Your Daughter Would Meet A Boy She Liked, But Also Having To Worry If She Didn't.

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.

Run, Bella, Run. I Love You Too Much, For Your Good Or Mine.

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

Forever," He Vowed, Still A Little Staggered. "that's All I'm Asking For," I Said.